Chapter 200: The Wrath of the Mountains

Chapter 200: The Wrath of the Mountains

In short, although the cavalry hadn’t even closed in on the enemy yet, they had already suffered heavy casualties, yet they continued to charge towards the Dwarves.

Behind them, the infantry and Baalman looked completely dumbfounded.

This is just too ridiculous!

Just a moment ago, over a hundred cavalry from both sides had already fallen.

All together, that’s more than two hundred!

And let’s not forget, their combined cavalry force was just over a thousand.

Shifting my gaze to the smoke-filled ranks of the Dwarves,

The second row of Dwarf soldiers turned around to take the place of the third row after finishing their volley, and the third row Dwarves became the new front line.

As the third-row soldiers readied themselves, the officer calmly issued the command: “Fire!”

The sound of firecrackers erupted once again, and the smoke surrounding the Dwarves thickened.

It was now impossible to see what was happening inside.

Consequently, even more human cavalry fell, their casualties surpassing one-third.

After three rounds of volleys, the Dwarves had no plans to continue with the barrage.

The human cavalry had charged right up to them, and there was no chance to switch positions like before.

“Prepare for close combat!”

The Dwarf officer gave the command to ready themselves for hand-to-hand combat.

The Dwarves formed ranks to greet the advance of the human cavalry.

Though they were currently ranged musketeers, as born warriors, the Dwarves were in no way afraid of close combat.

The armor they wore was a perfect testament to that.

It allowed them to enter melee anytime without worrying too much about getting hurt by the enemies’ cold weapons.

Meanwhile, the Dwarf King was also issuing a new round of orders.

“Prepare to unleash the Wrath of the Mountains, targeting the position of the human general.”

Standing at a high vantage point, the Dwarf King could clearly see Baalman’s current location.

The human army was far away from him, making his position very noticeable.

The “Wrath of the Mountains” was his ace in the hole; it should have been used at the start of the battle. However, he felt that as one of the great weapons among the Dwarves’ new arsenal, it should create a spectacular effect when deployed.

Thus, he held off until now to use it.

Of course, it was mainly because he believed that even without this great weapon’s assistance, the Dwarven musketeers ahead could hold off the humans’ advance on their own.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!…”

The massive fire sticks behind the Dwarf ranks adjusted and emitted a furious roar.

One by one, the red-hot shells tore through the air towards Baalman’s position.

Although many shells missed the target, the sheer volume ensured that some would find their mark.

Solid cannonballs smashed into the crowd, turning those hit into a bloody mess.

Upon impact, they would bounce back up due to the reaction force, hitting more soldiers.

The scene quickly devolved into a bloodbath.

Baalman, who hadn’t been hit, looked at the situation of his soldiers in horror.

What the heck is this?

How did the Dwarves throw these?

They didn’t even have a catapult!

Not only was Baalman, the target, affected by the Wrath of the Mountains, but the human cavalry was also caught in its chaos.

The explosive sounds frightened their horses.

As they fired, they felt the entire ground shaking, their ears almost deafened.

The might of the Wrath of the Mountains was simply overwhelming.

Even the seasoned warhorses had never experienced this degree of commotion.

And to top it off, these steeds hadn’t seen many battlefields either.

The cavalry’s charge inadvertently slowed down a bit.

This turned out to be an unexpected effect.

“Charge!”

The Dwarf musketeers seized the opportunity to rush forward and launch a counter-charge against the human cavalry.

Now, the human cavalry’s charge failed to achieve the desired effect they had envisioned.

The Dwarves didn’t crumble in the face of their charge.

Instead, the humans who got tangled up with the Dwarves, having lost their initial charging advantage, could only take hits passively.

The Dwarves skillfully moved with their “small” frames.

The human cavalry on horseback found it difficult to target them.

Their polearms lacked flexibility, and their longswords likely wouldn’t reach the Dwarves.

Unless they were able to maintain a bent-over posture on their mounts.

In contrast, the Dwarves, wielding their fiery sticks, swung with tremendous strength, resulting in a powerful impact.

When the front hooves of a warhorse were hit, they reared back in pain and let out a long whinny.

The human soldiers on top nearly fell off.

Moreover, if the human soldiers got hit, it was just as painful.

Both sides of the human cavalry found themselves in a severely disadvantaged position.

First, they’d suffered significant casualties without even engaging, then their horses were startled, and finally, they lost their advantage as the Dwarves closed the distance.

On this side, Baalman quickly reacted and ordered: “Get the infantry to charge!”

In his view, all the abnormalities were coming from the Dwarves, so they just needed to drive them off.

Even if the cavalry was out of the picture, they still had a massive infantry force.

As soon as he finished issuing the order, a thunderous roar erupted on the battlefield once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!…

The Dwarves’ Wrath of the Mountains cannon unleashed its fury upon Baalman and his forces.

A brutal scene replayed before Baalman’s eyes.

“Damn it, what are you mages doing? Get that magic shield up now!”

Baalman shouted at the mages in his squad.

Did they want to go through a third attack like this?

Returning to their senses, the mages, filled with indignation, obediently cast the magic shield for their unit.

They were scared of this degree of assault too!

They just had no idea if their magic shield would actually hold up.

From what had transpired thus far, the Dwarves’ weapon was ridiculously powerful.

“Hahaha—!”

Watching the battlefield unfold, the Mountain King let out a delighted laugh.

“Victory belongs to the Dwarves, to the Sons of the Mountains! Sons of the Mountains, let those damned humans know our might! Wrath of the Mountains, continue the assault!”

Dwarf gunners, spurred on by the King’s encouragement, began to load the cannons faster than before.

Another round of shells shot towards Baalman and his men.

As Baalman watched the incoming shells, his eyes nearly bulged out.

Because this time, he saw a shell flying straight towards him.

Gathering his courage, he looked at his magic shield before telling himself that everything would be fine.

In times like this, he had to set a good example for everyone; he couldn’t panic!